Railings, suddenly, are too low.
On the balconies of the houses, I see how it would be easy to put a leg over and wait for the CG moves forward - the feeling of not having decided. Fall. Step over and try to grab the gutter knowing I can do it, fall with a melancholy smile and feel the end as a return trip from a vacation where you think you understand something.
and looks up as if someone was looking out, with the eyes and tell him that you're not killing, you just moved your center of gravity beyond railing, and now fall.
Helen, do not blame anyone, no cry, no budget.
What is no longer in very little. A feeling often beautiful, especially if you believe the last one.
I think so again tonight in front of the gutter that I could never hold on. Over the railing, the houses that fit without logic are whipped by the rain that you think something is revenge.
E 'rain that makes noise and that covers all the words that I did not.
If I were out there, if anyone would let me go, I would die. Sooner or later, killed by thirst or water. Because nature does not need me and I no longer need her.
If I live, I do it just because I want it. On the balcony, while she screams rain, the rest live against her.
Any other argument out of tune, would sound conceited, cynical or stupid: still alive because there's more (better?), Continues to live because so far it has not been bad (so far), continues to live because it is your duty basically this (but who do I?). If you stay alive because I have asked others or promises of a better future by advertising (or, worse, a future in which the past look better), would be to ensure a constant balance - whether convenient.
raining outside you can not get out, you can not stay out.
I found shelter in a rented cubicle in a hive of concrete - four flights of stairs to feel safe.
the rain I see small and unreachable, while watching the railing and I see clearly that I wanted what was until now - and I want more.
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